Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 22

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Unknown's POV:

"Mom? Dad?" I weakly called out, my small voice echoing back to me as the only answer I got. I paced back and forth not really wanting to go down into the basement. I didn't like darkness... And the stairs were very high for me.

"This... this is not funny! I can hear you!" I shouted again, slowly climbing down a few steps. I heard my mother yell and laugh, so I supposed they are making fun of me for not daring to come down here.

I will show them! I'm... I'm already 7 years old, I'm a big boy. Besides, I'm not afraid of anything. It runs in the family... At least my mother always said so.

As I felt myself being more confident about it, I climbed down entirely into the dark basement, letting my eyes adjust to the poor lighting. I could see the silhouette of my mother, but not my father.

I had a strange feeling creeping up on my shoulders, and I knew it had to do something with the disgusting and odd smell that lingered around in the room.

My mother turned to me. Her hair was a mess, her locks shattered, all over her face, sticking to her skin from some dark liquid that painted her face in small dots. Her beautiful lips curled up into a smile that I didn't see before. It was frightening... She was frightening. It was twisted, and evil, such as something I would only see in scary movies that they never let me watch for too long. My eyes dropped to her chest, and her clothes. She wore a nice dress, but she was... she was bloody.

The moment I realized every little dark drop on her is blood, I screamed and wanted to run to her, but I froze as soon as I almost tripped over something... Something big and heavy.

I glanced down at the object.

"Daddy's sleeping now, Eric..." she explained tenderly, but her voice was crooked, somehow it didn't sound right... Her smile widened, and I wanted to say something but I was too confused to do so. I kneeled down next to my father, trying to get a reaction out of him... Why is he sleeping here? This is stupid.

"You will catch a cold!" I informed him with a small smile, trying to turn him over since he laid in a manner that he faced the floor. I wasn't surprised about that, maybe he drank too much. He did that sometimes.

He didn't reply, but the moment I managed to roll him over, another little yell escaped my mouth. It was so utterly disgusting and morbid, I turned away immediately, still trembling from the sight. This had to be a bad dream... what else would it be?

His...eyes... Why are his eyes missing?

There was so much blood, everywhere, and as I tried to move him, it got on my hand too. I sobbed quietly, looking for comfort around me, glancing up at my mother, but she wasn't where I last saw her.

"You want to sleep as well, Eric? I will make you all sleep. Vincent too. You can all sleep down here together!" She exclaimed and chuckled in a playful fashion. I started to violently shake, but my mind didn't have time to even react before I saw a knife coming towards my face. My body moved on its own, jumping away from the weapon.

"Mom? Why? Why are you... You are scaring me!" I cried out, staring at my mother ever so mortified. The horror in and in front of my eyes was just too much to bear. Way too much.